He peered over the edge of the front armor, grimacing at the red-tinged tableau. These folks were either deaf or rude, ignoring an invitation like that and just focusing on each other. Bug-face and some half-size humie were facing each other, probably chattering some weakness and such, what with stances and such. Other movement, too, but none toward him. He snorted. Definitively rude.

The beat had shifted. This track was ending. He reached for the pad and tapped at a red-splashed button, cutting, for a brief, merciful moment, the endless cacophony of music. Three more clicks on three more buttons, and the respite ended, a new track with a faster beat taking over. “Well, seein’ as no one’s wont to come to me, I’ll come t’ you, aye?” he mutterd, and floored the pedals, pulling the levers in.

The suit lurched forward, one step, two steps, and then a full bore run, clanging and clomping toward the general direction of bug-man, red-hair, and paleface. A jerk on one lever brought Pukkroy up, spike pointed for the bug-man, and he punched the black button, white circle flashing briefly as Pukkroy’s vents boomed and thrust the air. The lever swung right, at the spike-point followed. Two steps later, and another blast boomed out, pulling wisps of smoke in its path.

His claw flicked to ‘Taunt,’ and he thrust a different lever forward, leaning the suit into the run. “Incoming Gobbo, boyeeee!” he fairly crowed into the Taunter, and broke into a cackling laugh.